Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 7 Carrying People Up the Mountain

"Your chest is so bulging, you must be hiding something. Are you going to hand it over voluntarily, or should I do it?"

Shen Qing's mind went blank.

She looked down at her chest.

Tu San tore a piece of the Taoist robe, revealing the lining underneath, which was thin, close-fitting, and its outline was indeed conspicuous.

This blood slavery is clearly just a pretext.

Shen Qing's face flushed red, and her voice trembled.

"How dare you! I am a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect! In my sixteen years of cultivation, no one has ever dared to—"

Li Tianran took a step forward.

Shen Qing's words caught in his throat, and he reached out as if to grab something from a shelf.

First, search the waist area.

Press down with your fingers from the side of your waist, pinching inch by inch. Above the belt, below the belt, on the outside, on the inside.

Shen Qing gritted her teeth, her whole body tense.

His hands were burning hot; you could feel the abnormal heat even through his Taoist robe.

He had broken ribs, lost too much blood, and had a fever, but his fingers were steady.

There was nothing around the waist.

Li Tianran reached into his sleeve. He slipped his hand inside the cuff, up his forearm, to his elbow, and then to his upper arm; there was a hidden pocket sewn inside the sleeve.

He touched it, poked his finger in and tried to pry it open, but it was empty.

Shen Qing's whole body stiffened.

The fasting pills are all in the storage bag; the hidden pocket is empty.

Then it was her calves. He started from her ankles, down her calves... his hands were on her legs, moving upwards through her robe.

Shen Qing closed her eyes in humiliation.

The burning hot hand searched her from her calf to her thigh. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but they were too weak to move.

The muscles on the inside of her thigh twitched uncontrollably when his fingers approached; she felt it, and her face burned even hotter.

"Really not?"

Li Tianran raised his head in confusion, his gaze falling on her chest.

Shen Qing stared at Li Tianran with murderous intent: "Evil cultivator, you're courting death."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"You won't talk? I'll keep searching!" Li Tianran pressed his fingers down below her collarbone.

I kneaded, pinched, and pressed, moving to a different spot after each press. I massaged carefully from the collarbone to the chest, from left to right.

soft.

Through two layers of clothing, I pressed my finger down, it sank in, and I touched the bottom.

Shen Qing held her breath, but her chest heaved even more rapidly. Each thrust was a gentle push under his palm, and she trembled all over.

Still nothing?

Li Tianran withdrew his hand: "Is your chest really naturally bulging?"

Shen Qing turned her head away and remained silent.

Li Tianran chuckled.

He walked back to Tu San's body, recounted the items he had previously found, and arranged them neatly.

Shen Qing watched his back as he squatted on the ground sorting through his spoils, as if the search of her body earlier was really just a search of things.

suddenly!

With a bang, the courtyard gate was kicked open.

A figure rushed in.

The newcomer was dressed in a tight-fitting black robe, with broad shoulders and long legs. His black clothes were cinched at the waist, and a short knife hung on his hip.

Zhao Ling was breathing rapidly, her chest heaving.

A section of his left sleeve was cut off, revealing a sword wound on his upper arm, running from his shoulder to the elbow, the skin and flesh torn open, blood flowing down his forearm.

She glanced around the yard.

Tu San's body lay on the ground.

Shen Qing was tied to the corner of the wall, his Taoist robe was disheveled, the collar was crooked, his chest was full of wrinkles, there were two handprints on his face, his tears were still wet, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

Li Tianran squatted in the middle of the courtyard, his arms bulging with storage bags, and was putting the last few spirit stones into them.

Zhao Ling strode towards Shen Qing, drew her short sword, and gripped the hilt in reverse.

As she walked over, she wiped the blade with her thumb to remove the blood.

The movements were very casual, like wiping hands after killing someone.

Shen Qing watched as the knife walked towards him, his mind going completely blank.

Zhao Ling wanted to kill her.

This female evil cultivator is far more ruthless than that blood slave from before.

Her chest heaved as if she had just run ten miles of mountain road.

It wasn't that she was afraid of dying; it was that her body, which had just been searched, was still in a state of tension that she couldn't quite explain.

Having suffered countless humiliations today, I still cannot escape death.

She sighed inwardly and closed her eyes.

I admit it.

Three breaths later.

The imagined pain did not come.

Shen Qing opened her eyes and saw the blood slave blocking Zhao Ling's way.

He was slightly hunched over, his head bowed.

"Senior Sister Zhao."

Zhao Ling looked down at him, her gaze sweeping down from the bridge of his nose.

She was more than half a head taller than him.

"This female cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect."

Li Tianran's voice was low and respectful.

"She's worth more than a blood slave. Bring her back to the mountain; one of her is worth ten. Her spiritual power is completely depleted, her dantian is dry, and she's seriously injured. Now she can't even defeat a level one Qi Refining cultivator."

But his cultivation foundation is still there, at the sixth level of Qi Refining. I've calculated that with daily bloodletting, Master Han's spiritual fields can produce 30% more.

"Oh?"

Zhao Ling turned around and glanced at him.

"That makes some sense, but bringing you up the mountain is a potential problem. If it doesn't increase production by 30%, we'll bury you as fertilizer."

She sheathed her dagger: "In that case, you take her up the mountain yourself."

Shen Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Ling had already walked to the edge of the millstone and untied the hair of the other two women that were tied to it.

Holding one end of a rope in each hand, he walked out of the courtyard gate with long strides, his boots clattering on the muddy ground.

"Carry her and follow!"

Without hesitation, Li Tian bent down, grabbed Shen Qing's arm, and lifted her up.

Shen Qing was upside down, her hair falling down and brushing against his back.

Li Tianran's shoulder rested on her lower abdomen.

With each step he took, his shoulder bumped against her lower abdomen. Even through two layers of clothing, he could feel the woman's soft fragrance.

"Damn you, put me down!" Shen Qing struggled and cursed as her body burned.

The voice just fell.

Shen Qing's expression changed, and her face flushed.

Li Tianran's response made her body tremble uncontrollably.